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Wait dear, a white horse is walking down my street here |
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Your words are creeping at my feet |
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I fear, sunrise will come too soon and you'll disappear |
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Into the haze of this city and go south, oh yeah |
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Look out, they're coming after us with big guns |
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They're only gonna tell you all the bad things I've done |
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Even if the words they say aren't true, they've won |
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And I'm left here dyin' in the sun |
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Oh, seems like I'm always on my own |
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Seems like I'm never coming home |
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Seems like I'm always on my |
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All the stars and boulevards ain't close enough for you |
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Late nights, won't do me justice |
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'Cause when I drink I just get so damn depressed |
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And it's, it's not like, I ain't trying to get over you |
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It's just hard to look at all the seasons, pass me over too |
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And I say, oh, seems like I'm always on my own |
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Seems like I'm never coming home |
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Seems like I'm always on my |
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All the stars and boulevards ain't close enough for you |
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One last phone call from you, it wouldn't hurt much |
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I'd just like to hear your voice and pretend to touch |
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Any inch of you that hasn't said it all |
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Or read it all or sung my life away |
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And I say, oh, seems like I'm always on my own |
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Seems like I'm never coming home |
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Seems like I'm always on my own |
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Oh, seems like I'm always on my own |
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Seems like I'm never coming home |
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Seems like I'm always on my own |
